Dead Love That Never Was

Torn, bleeding
before it could live,
her heart stumbled, crying
to the depths of a cliff.
And it wondered why
it deserved so much
too little to give away
a heart could only take this much
before it was killed away.
Stomped on by life's miseries,
paths so crooked, blemished
torn to point of vague misfortune.
His was the one that cruelly so,
gave away bad luck.
so much as her heart also did
only better.
Like a panther stalking his prey.
Now it's all like crying over spilt milk,
For there is no high skies nor low oceans
where it's wails are not heard.
No ears that have heard his laughs.